Unconscious Alliance
UNCONSCIOUS ALLIANCE
A mixture in black and white: the birth and death of any day.
Where in their hearts, whose names are written in abbreviation;
Short was the alleviation of it; surrounded by barbed wire,
Closed in cross wires at a restless night shift: will your heart dance a beat?
Or are these just immortal thoughts? Buried in lament, buried.
Underneath tomorrow's world today; taken by a brief note in
clockwork, the hands of time as a pulse beat: reminds,
us never to bite our tongue when running with scissors while leaving;
skipping stones and kicking rocks; behind.
Now that everything's upside down.
It all seems to make sense:
Saying that the heartache made you so fucking unforgiving.
With moments wasted; hoping for what never happens.
At least in the fifth degree Celsius:
Even when it came wrapped up tight, and served up in stain sheets.
Silk delight: within these; lockdown, count down below;
what may come to be, there's no stopping the sea.
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